we are the storm and the wicked inside

Víðarr · 01-16-2022, 03:20 AM

It was unlikely that Víðarr would ever know or understand that he'd been their charge all along. Sanngriðr certainly didn't want him to know. She didn't want him to know the reasons that she'd stolen off with the boy and his littermates, and instead kept the grand secret. She didn't want the boy to know that she thought him too soft of heart... but he was. Softer in the heart than any of the others, Víðarr would have broken. The rest of the litter would have likely been fine, but it was the shadow himself that would have been overall impacted poorly. The eldest sister, the solitary sister, wanted a better life for all of them. It was with this in mind that she'd led them away, and together they'd fled.

Víðarr was none the wiser.

Between his elder sister and Iðunn, he really had turned out alright. A striking young man with a decent heart, though he didn't always know how to use it. Even if he didn't know how to process his feelings, even if he didn't have the best way of speaking... he was a good man. For that, he'd be in their debt forever. In Víðarr's mind, he would make a good alpha too. There would be confidence there, and the same zeal that he approached everything else in life with. As with all things, if the gods willed it, then it would be true. That was the best he could hope for.

The hide was peeled from the remainder of the carcass, and mostly scraped clean. With the amount of spit that had soaked into it (forgive Víðarr, and his nerves over this particular conversation), it had become quite pliable. Taking a moment to assess, he set about removing the last of the flesh. Tomorrow, once the light had returned, would probably be a good time to start soaking and curing the hides that they'd been gathering up. This one, from the hare, would be a good size to turn into a bag for Iðunn to stash herbs. If they were going to stay put for a while, they could afford to store more than what they could carry on their backs.

Her answer wasn't fuck off or hell no, so that was a good start. Recruits... that was true. They'd need to make connections and look outside their family. It took him a long moment to answer, looking up from his project. "There's that man my sister likes, the weird looking one," was that meant to be confidential information, that she liked him? She hadn't specifically said it, but there were some things you could just tell. Sanngriðr could kick his ass later, that was fine. Okay also weird looking one probably wasn't the most polite way to explain but... well, with all of his colors, if the shoe fit. It wasn't a judgement passed, only an observation. "You're right, I need to... put myself out." He'd need to put himself out there to the world. A scary concept, but an exciting one too.

Víðarr was a fan of exciting concepts, after all.

VÍÐARR
Ragnarök awaits.

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